I want to go far away
A distance from the smog
Get out of these shoes
Retire from the formality of the pin stripe
This tie reminds me of a noose
I want to go somewhere
Where I’ll greet each sunrise like an Olympic event
Tie my boot laces
Climb hostile terrain
Live on a ranch
Off the grid
Deep in the woods somewhere
Spot wildlife unexpectedly
Chase after impala
Only to see its beauty at a closer vantage point
Smell the taste of the range
Embrace the width of the plain
Go back into time
Light a lantern
Sit on a porch listening to crickets
And the rest of the night time choir
Look into the eyes of the pitch dark forest
Circumvent fear
And the associated trepidation of introspection
Find my soul somewhere in the solitude of the forest
Hone my archery capability
Give nature what it has given me
Balance the scales ever so lightly
Earn a livelihood hunting poachers
Kill trophy hunters for a sport
Enjoy the olympics

knox mahlaba
Copyright © 2016
Author of Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
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lost opportunity

The spirit which conquers Everest
Similar to the guy who scores the winning goal
Who dances to Olympic glory on slippery ice
With nothing but skates and volumes of confidence
Without such the elements tend to take advantage

Making life an unnecessary guessing game
Where you fail to score when the opportunity arises
Cos you forever contemplating defeat
Busy second guessing yourself, everybody
Especially the very opportunity that sits in your palms
Life without confidence a needless burden

Making a beautiful woman feel like a toad
All because she second guesses the mirror’s reply
Doubts God’s intentions
Disapproves of the work of chromosomes

Making life a living hell
A place where hope wilts
‘Cos hope is nurtured with buckets of faith
Without which a fruitful existence becomes a sentence
Spent chasing after a black cat in the dark of night
Looking for a mishap that failed to arrive

Failing to complement her
Forever looking out for who’s showering her
Acknowledging her presence
Chasing after the butterfly when it has departed from your palms
Losing sight of the beauty presented by the present

Watching milk turn sour
Instead of drinking the damn milk
Living with insecurity
A lost opportunity

Copyright © knox mahlaba 2014

Author of: Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit